"Song Zhuangyuan's couplet is well written. It is comfortable to read, grand and pleasing to the eye!"
"What does it mean to be pleasing to the eye? This is called the horizontal posture of the pen and ink, and the wind and thunder of the strokes. These words are to punish evil and avoid evil. The calligraphy treasure of the Number One Scholar of the Song Dynasty cannot be bought with money!"
"We, the folks in Zhuangyuan Lane, are the only ones who can get this benefit because of the glory of being the number one scholar!"
At the end of the twelfth lunar month, Song Mu has been helping at home these days. Neighbors from the surrounding area have come to the house to ask for some couplets, and Song Mu naturally nodded in agreement.
Song Mu could not forget the help he had given to these neighbors in the past, and now he treated them sincerely. Most of the neighbors were warm and simple, and the courtyard was bustling all day long.
It was on this day that he had to write down half an ink stick, which led Gu Qingqing to sleep with Song Mu at night, saying that Song Mu was not full of ink, but full of ink.
On New Year's Eve, the Song family was much more lively than usual.
This year, Song Mu's grandfather's family was brought here, and Zhu's parents were also brought here. Both families now have courtyards in the city, and their relatives naturally came with them. So a bunch of children were making noise in the courtyard, but there were other people's families.
Lively scene.
This was Song Liangda's idea. Now that the Song family has reestablished its lintel, there is not so much pursuit of the past. Song Liangda also learned some flexibility and felt that the harmony of the clan would ultimately be beneficial to Song Mu.
Song Mu didn't reject it, since they were related by blood anyway, and as long as his second uncle was happy, Song Mu would be happy too.
At the moment, Song Mu was talking to his grandfather, but he brought his two cousins forward and asked them to salute Song Mu.
"Jing Zhao, these two are also your cousins. Xiao Wu is also in charge of some things in the shop on weekdays. Ah, our Xiao Long is also studying at the county school. The master has always said that his studies are not good enough.
But I need you as my cousin’s helper.”
Song Mu looked at the young man in front of him and nodded slightly, but there was a hint of cowardice in his eyes.
Song Mu was talking to him. At this moment, Yu Long also responded in a low voice, but suddenly seemed to remember something and asked Song Mu.
"Cousin, is your literary power really extraordinary?"
Song Mu smiled and nodded, comforting the other party and saying.
"The power of writing is naturally very mysterious. If you work harder, you will naturally become an expert in controlling the power of writing in the future."
As he said this, a middle-aged woman next to him came up, waving her hands with a smile on her face and said.
"Hey Jingzhao, that's right. We, Xiaolong, will definitely be like you, Jingzhao, and become first-class literati in the future."
Yu Long lowered his head and spoke at this moment.
"Mom, I don't dare to compare myself with my cousin no matter what."
The aunt shook her head repeatedly, spoke firmly this time, and looked at Song Mu. This time she came forward and spoke to Song Mu personally.
"Jing Zhao, my aunt is a straight person, but after all, we are a family. It would be best if we can support her in the future."
Song Mu naturally smiled and nodded.
But when the aunt saw Song Mu's kind attitude, her expression seemed to flash again, and then she spoke immediately.
"That's great, Jing Zhao. My aunt doesn't understand either. I heard that you are also an elder of the Li Du Shi Sect?"
"Isn't that prestigious? Don't you have a few words to say in that poetry sect?"
Song Mu suddenly smiled bitterly, thinking that this aunt said she didn't understand, but she seemed to be clear in her heart.
The other party immediately pulled Yu Long over and said with a smile.
"Well, Jingzhao, look, your cousin has a good character. If he can join the Poetry Sect in the future, you should recommend him."
Song Mu was slightly speechless, but he still raised his hands and said.
"In the future, if my cousin is talented and becomes a Jinshi in high school, he will be favored by countless poets in the talent selection ceremony."
These words made the aunt smile all over her face. This time she smiled even more with her eyebrows crooked and waved her hands as she spoke.
"Hey, you don't dare, Xiaolong, did you hear what your cousin said? Then work hard and get the top pick, and bring back a beauty like your sister-in-law. Your mother and I will have to sleep.
Wake up with a smile."
As she said this, she also announced it to others, so several relatives and aunts in the courtyard came to look at her. This time, they all asked Song Mu to tell him about the future of this child.
Song Mu didn't know what to do for a while, but the grandfather coughed, urged them to do something, and spoke to Song Mu again.
"Jing Zhao, these women come from a small family and don't know the rules. Don't take it to heart."
Song Mu was about to hand over his hand, but his aunt suddenly came out and added another sentence.
"We didn't say anything unruly. How can a family speak the same language?"
Grandfather's face was flushed, but Song Mu sighed slightly.
Just as he was about to change the topic, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the door of the courtyard.
"Is this the Song Zhuangyuan's house?"
Song Liangda immediately went up to greet him, but he came back with a surprised look on his face and told Song Mu that there was a young man waiting to visit outside the door.
Song Mu went out to take a look in confusion. When he saw the person, he was stunned.
The person who came was none other than Cui Keke. At this moment, he held his head high and his chest high. When he saw Song Mu coming, he immediately shook his sleeves, raised his hands towards Song Mu and said.
"Song Zhuangyuan, nice to meet you."
Song Mu also hurriedly stepped forward and held his hands, and said with a smile this time.
"Brother Cui has not seen you for a long time. Today is New Year's Eve. Brother Cui is not reunited with his family?"
When Song Mu said this, he was also a little confused.
Kong Zong told himself that Cui Keke was missing and the government was still looking for him, but he didn't expect that Cui Keke was here now.
Cui Keke, who heard Song Mu's words, just smiled and waved his hands, and then looked at the situation at Song Mu's home, his eyes flickering slightly at this moment.
"Yes, Mr. Cui has been a little confused these days. He came here specially to ask Brother Song to clarify his confusion."
Song Mu handed over his hand again, and Cui Keke spoke to Song Mu in a deep voice.
"I wonder if the now world-famous "Three Character Classic" was written by you?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Song Mu was stunned when he heard this. He looked up at the other party again, but the other party had already taken out a booklet from his arms, which was the "Three Character Classic"
", and handed it to Song Mu at this moment.
And Cui Keke had an indescribable look of curiosity on his face.
Song Mu pursed his lips slightly, and now he just smiled and said with his hands.
"But I am disappointed with Brother Cui. I am so bold that I am not worthy of such a great article. How did Brother Cui make such a conjecture?"
When Cui Keke heard this, he just laughed and seemed to have some relief on his face.
At this moment, Song Liangda also came up to greet Cui Keke. Hearing that he was a friend of Song Mu's former government school, he invited him to come to this courtyard.
Cui Keke also stepped into the courtyard, but Song Mu frowned at this moment, feeling quite confused.
In the courtyard, Cui Ke saw the aging Tao Fengming and suddenly stepped forward and said, cupping his hands.
"I didn't expect to see Mr. Feng Ming here again, but in the past three years, Mr. Feng Ming seems to have changed a bit too much."
Tao Fengming ignored the other party and drank the tea in his cup.
But Cui Keke stood up straight and looked at the other person without saying a word. Song Mu stepped forward to talk to him, but suddenly saw Cui Keke's face was a bit cold.
"Brother Cui, what are you..."
Song Mu asked in a deep voice, but Cui Keke glanced around, and then suddenly looked at Song Mu.
"Song Mu, do you think this person can hold grudges against others?"
Song Mu was puzzled, but he saw Cui Ke suddenly looking at Song Mu, and then said slowly.
"Cui, I'm really jealous. How come some people are so smooth in this way of being a scholar, but some people can't take a step forward and can only find another way."
Song Mu suddenly stood away, looking fierce at this moment.
But Cui Keke suddenly looked at Tao Fengming, and the corner of his mouth curved into a smile.
"Mr. Fengming, the poison in your body must be much worse, right?"
As soon as the words fell, a Wen Li suddenly stirred up in the courtyard. Song Mu stepped forward sternly and shouted loudly at Cui Keke.